The Legend of Sleepy Hollow Gym, Part 2 (Conclusion)

The morning after Hans cast his spell, Brom slowly woke up, but he was confused where he was. It was dark, and he was standing in a very small space. He could feel cold metal all around him and began pushing each side of whatever was containing him. The fourth side burst open, and Brom stepped out to realize he had been in a locker at his gym. Of course he first thought that was impossible, because he was way to big to fit inside one of the lockers. But then he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror on the opposite wall, and his mouth dropped open – he had shrunk!

Brom walked up to the mirror and wanted to scream. He was wearing the same clothes he had on during his workout last night, but they were now way too large for his body, so he quickly shucked them and stood naked in front of the mirror. The spell had clearly worked and taken all the attributes he cared about – his height, power, big cock, and looks. Brom was now about 5 feet tall and weighed 100 pounds, with thinning hair and a soft plain face, and he resembled one of the weaklings he used to ridicule. He flexed his arm and scanned for any sign of the muscle that used to be there, but nothing happened. All the years he had spent in the weight room, all the barbells he had lifted, all the protein he had ingested – the results of those efforts had just vanished overnight. He felt shame and disgust and terror all at once.

Thinking that maybe he could somehow reverse the process, Brom decided to head for the weight room. He went over to the lost and found bin and grabbed some workout clothes in his size, and then exited the locker area. He noted that the clock on the wall read 6:05, meaning the gym had only been open for 5 minutes and hardly anyone would be there yet, for which Brom was very thankful. 

“At least I can try to get back to normal before anyone sees me,” he thought.

Once reaching the free weights, Brom instantly began to feel better. This was his second home, the place where he was the king. He saw there was one bench still set up from the night before – it had the 45-pound bar with one 45-pound plate on each side. 135 pounds total. A fuckin’ easy warmup weight for anyone, right? 

Brom got excited as he laid down on the bench and pushed it up with all his might. He pushed and he pushed and he pushed, but he wasn’t able to budge it at all. He screamed a bunch of profanities and tried one last time to will enough power into his tiny muscles, but the bar was just too heavy for his wimp-ified body.

Brom sat up on the bench and wracked his brain trying to figure out what had happened. How had he turned from a muscle god to a skinny short weakling overnight? He remembered working out and talking to his friends about going to a Halloween party….and then going to the locker room…opening his locker…and then everything after that was black.

Before he could think about any longer, Brom heard heavy footsteps behind him and turned to see who had entered the room.  It was a man – a very big man – who looked to be about 6’8” and at least 400 pounds. He was wearing an obscenely tight pair of workout shorts, tennis shoes, and nothing else. He had big muscles, a fairly big gut, a gigantic bulge in the shorts, and a huge smile on his face. The giant snickered and asked, “Hey, little guy, you lost?”

Brom meekly answered no, and then asked, “Are you a member here?”

“Yeah, for the past few weeks. You can call me The Bod.” It was Ichabod Crane, but both men had changed so much that neither one recognized the other. Ichabod had woken up that morning and had transformed from his formerly nerdy and out-of-shape body into one of a world-class powerlifter like Brian Shaw – he even looked a little like Brian, only with a more handsome face and a full head of hair on top of his head. Ichabod managed to find one pair of shorts that fit and a pair of size 16 shoes that his cousin had accidentally left at his house a while back, and then felt compelled to go to the gym as soon as it opened.

Ichabod looked at the bar on the weight bench, picked it up, and started curling it with just his left hand. Soon his 26-inch bicep began growing bigger and bigger and the blood pumped through it. He could see Brom staring at him and asked, “You like my muscles, little guy?"

Brom nodded. He looked down at his own arm, which was less than half as big and certainly nowhere near as strong. He looked so emaciated in comparison to The Bod.

Ichabod was still confused how the transfer had taken place, but he really didn’t care, because he was going to take advantage of his newfound power as long as he had it. He put down the barbell after getting his pump, stared at his flexed bicep, and gave it a quick kiss. He then told the small man next to him – whom he finally realized was Brom, but he didn’t let on that he knew – “I bet I have more muscle in my bicep alone than you have in your whole body, little guy. I bet you could work out for like 1,000 years and still never have a body like mine. You’re just so puny and tiny and weak. Why are you even here in the room with all these big boy weights – shouldn’t you be over in the aerobics studio with the other wimps?”

A big frown crept onto Brom’s face as he began to wonder if he was going to stay as small as he’d become – maybe this wasn’t some bad dream, he wondered, but some new twisted reality he was going to have to get used to. He’d have to buy all new clothes…he’d have to get a new job…he’d lose all of his jock friends…

Ichabod laughed as he saw Brom get frustrated. It made him feel even stronger, so he began taunting him even more by saying things like: “You want muscles like mine, don’t you, little guy? I mean, look at my huge pecs. Look how big and hard they are…they’re so big I can’t even see my feet. In comparison, yours are so small and flat. I bet you’re not even strong enough to do one pushup. Tell you what – go ahead and punch my chest. Hit it with all you’ve got. Do whatever you want. You won’t leave a scratch.”

Brom felt his anger rise and he lashed out with a punch to the big man’s meaty pecs, but as Ichabod suspected, Brom’s weak arms just bounced off on impact.

Ichabod laughed again and could feel his cock getting hard – he was getting incredibly turned on by his immense muscularity and dominance. “I didn’t even feel a tickle, little guy. My muscles are as tough as a suit of armor, I guess. And you know what – I bet that after a few more workouts, I’m only gonna get bigger and stronger. I’m gonna do my squats and bench presses and deadlifts and suck down a bunch of protein shakes, and I’ll bet I put on another 20 or 30 pounds of beef. That’s what’s so great about being a big dude like me – it’s so fuckin’ easy to get huge. But you – I bet you’ll struggle to put on even a half pound of muscle after really trying for like a whole year, right?”

As soon as “The Bod” spoke the words, Brom could feel they were true. It wasn’t just a bad dream – he was going to stay small no matter what. He had not only lost all his muscle, but his ability to gain muscle. He’d also lost his hair, and his good looks, and his big cock, and his dominating personality. He was going to be a wimp the rest of his life – it was all too much for him to take, and he ran crying from the weight room and out the front door of the gym.

Ichabod also realized at the same time that he had gained everything that Brom had lost. He felt sexy and masculine for the first time in his entire life, and an image started appearing in his head – it was the face of a man. A man he knew. The man who had been working at the front desk last night. Somehow Ichabod understood that he – Hans was his name – was responsible for what had happened, and he figured he should show his appreciation when he came back to work today. And somehow he knew that very soon the two of them would be having amazing sex.

But first, Ichabod was going to work out. He was going to push his new body to the max and lift the heaviest weights possible. He was going to strain and sweat and grow his muscles even bigger than they already were, and he wasn't going to stop until he was the biggest, baddest motherfucker on the planet